*Scroll down for a YouTube video

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Ashamed to say

I was one of those kids

Booing Bob Dylan

When he played his

Electric guitar

At a concert or Folk Festival

But see

He not only created a mood

But he made himself a model

For the Baby Boomer generation

With his acoustic guitar

And thrift store jeans & jacket

And words we’d never heard

Or read in a history book

So it was like meeting Dylan

And his wife Acoustic

We were best friends

But then he divorced her

Showed up at the house

With this trophy wife

Called Electric

And expected us to forget

About our old friend

And accept this new one

And some of us just weren’t

Going to have her in our own homes

I mean, can you imagine her singing

The edgy Ballad of Hollis Brown

In crackling electric?

No sound of fingers

Ferociously pressing frets

How do you build a mood

How do we see and hear

What Dylan did playing his

Lovely wife Acoustic?

But like divorced couples everywhere

We eventually split

Some admire Dylan so much

As did I

And we accepted the new wife Electric

And some didn’t

But if I was stuck on a deserted island

With an old record player

(And a source of electricity to plug it in)

Could pick two of his albums

No contest

Would be those early acoustic albums

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

And The Times They Are A Changin’

I guess that’s what he really meant

Time doesn’t stand still


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© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: My Acoustic & Sons’ Electric

*YouTube Video Ballad of Hollis Brown